Unfiltered Story #47925

My sister brings over a garbage bag full of her kids out grown clothes. I have not asked her to do it. I go through it, toss out the badly stained ones and keep the good, most of which I have actually made myself. There are a few sets of dark green tracksuits that the kids wore to school, our schools have dress codes. Instead of the expensive official uniform, kids can wear dark green in it’s place.

Brother in law *takes every opportunity to announce “We gave you school uniforms”

(I get so fed up with this as he constantly brings up in front of others as a way to make him look like a hero or something. It goes on for months).

Me “Actually there weren’t school uniforms in that bag, there were green tracksuits that aren’t really uniforms. Oh and… I MADE THEM!”

(He finally shuts up about it)